Until there was you we didn´t know what to do
but I don´t gi have a fuck about the things that I blew.
Sucker MC don´t you love me, wanna have me, wanna que me, one two three.
It´s just a modest proposal from a boy anti-social,
scraping the skin of our culture, civilized vulture.
Do me in, don´t make me sin,
I´m doing so good I can´t go through it again.
stolen from musicmademe.com
I bomb the mic like a fascist,
Mussolini comin through with no remorse,
from the dark you wont see me.
Rise up from the sea like a godzilla
straight up through your mind with my armour plated drilla.
I don´t gi have a fuck what you think about this shit,
aint in it for the money never out to make a hit.
If you can´t take it like I said get a grip
´cause I´m here to fucking stay
like the warts on your dick.
Stick ´em up.
So wont you make a man out of me, I´ve gotta be,
connected computerized son of a bitch, makes me itch, sucker for life.
I can´t decide darkness or light or just a heavenly fright.
Stick it, I´m tired I´m bored,
I´m trying so hard and I can´t be adored.
So the sound brakes through from one tone, gi have s me no choice I can´t be alone.
Stick ´em up.
Like Darth Vader I surprise you with my skills.
I knock your ´ol ass out like a bag of sleeping pills.
I got to rip things up like my name was Jack the Ripper.
There´s a party at your house cause your mama is a stripper.
Slice through the scene like a knife through peanut butter.
Get your ears cleaned out motherfucker I didn´t stutter.
S. W. A. R. E. Z I got this whole thing right down to a T.
Stick ´em up
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Quarashi
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